What is love?

Carrie

I expected that when we got to our new home, we would be stumbling into the bedroom while trying to get each other naked.

No, that didn’t happen.

While we did walk into the bedroom, we both got dressed in comfortable PJs, climbed the bed, brought out a laptop for some Netflix, and then chilled by sharing laughs over the movie we were watching.

Almost two hours later, the movie ended, Alessandro pushed the laptop to a side and motioned to me to move closer. I did as he asked, and I was soon cocooned into his side, his protective side oozing strongly as he draped an arm over my shoulder.

Then, he said, “I should watch movies more. This one was unrealistic but enjoyable.”

Well, I doubt a man like him would find movies amusing on a good day. But I focused on his statement.

“Do you really think it was unrealistic?” I recalled the fine scenes of the movies we just watched. “I think their love was realistic and normal.”

His nose scrunched in disagreement. “Was that love? I don’t think